The Fall of the Sixteen Wings (1)

The wind in Mobei is different from that in Zhongzhou, with a strong smell of mud and grass, where the green and yellow grass desert and dry air have become the theme, revealing a rough and sad taste everywhere. This is the perfect place for a battlefield.

Such an environment raised people who were naturally rough and warlike, and each of them had a large herd of cattle and sheep, which was the basis for their survival. The herdsmen would ride horses, raise their whips when driving cattle and sheep, and draw their swords on horseback when the enemy came, and every herdsman was a samurai at the same time. When war broke out, the chiefs of the tribes gave orders, and the samurai came from all directions with their scimitars and screams, and terrified their enemies with an invincible charge.

This is the race with the strongest cavalry troops on the Kyushu continent - the barbarians.

Hu Xie has been following the barbarian army for two years, as the only son of the barbarian leader Hu Tatar, he has been accustomed to killing since he was a child, the tribe quelled the rebellion, went to the border of the feudal dynasty to plunder, and the teenager has experienced more than a dozen battles large and small. But this is the first time I've fought a flying wingman.

In order to deal with the winged people, the great general King Hulan Ruokhan ordered each soldier to carry a bow and enough arrows. Hu Xie knew that Hulan Ruo was a shrewd general, and two years ago he saw with his own eyes that those wingers who had just spread their wings and flew were shot to death in the sky one by one. Later, the large reinforcements of the winged people arrived, and the sun roared through the sky, and after the winged people's army fell to the ground, they avoided their heavy cavalry and attacked their light cavalry, every winged tribe was a natural assassin, and no matter how good the riders were, they couldn't avoid their sneak attack and assassination, and in just two months, their light cavalry suffered heavy damage.

Hu Xie still remembers those days, everyone was worried, the barbarians were never afraid to charge and fight, but the feeling of waiting for death to come was too terrifying, because you didn't know when the Wing Clan would suddenly appear and suddenly cut your neck from which direction.

But looking at the main force of the Wing Clan besieged in front of him, Hu Xie remembered the horror of that man again, and set a huge trap with the sacrifice of more than 10,000 light cavalry and more than a year to besiege the Wing Clan army together, the heavy armored cavalry slowly advanced, the light cavalry bowed and arrowed to the sky, and the Wing Clan became a cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

Hulanruo, the barbarians have never had such courage and scheming as a general or a khan king or even a big chief.

"Fire holding", Hulan Ruo was heavily armored, pushed aside the crowd and drove his horse forward, "This grassland was once an ancient battlefield, its name is Wing Falling Plain, and it is the cemetery I specially chose for you, how about it?" "Hulan Ruo is a little proud, but he does have this capital.

The main general of the Wing Clan, Huo Zhi, did not answer, and shot two arrows at Hulan Ruo, and Hulan Ruo couldn't dodge, one shot into the heart guard, and the other was in the middle of the cheek. Hulan Ruo gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, and pulled out the arrow, and the barb of the arrow brought up a piece of flesh and blood. Hulan Ruo didn't care about the bloody cheeks, but pulled out his knife and gave a vicious order, "Charge"!

Tens of thousands of hoplites poured into the winged array in the center from all directions, and from a distance it looked like a torrent of steel.

"King Khan, are you alright?!" Hu Xie tore off a piece of cloth and handed it over.

"Xie Shizi cares." Hulan Ruo took it and wrapped it around his face, and when he went to see Hu Xie again, he found that he had already rushed with the army to kill him.